Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment... nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms

Though dead, I gauge

these past one hundred and four plus months

linkedin with Gregorian calendar page

mine mother would be aghast

 

at deplorable inhumane outrage

played out upon Normandy Farms -
Bluebell, Pennsylvania site

where papa (a pricey
senior folk facility), he doth stage

his final showdown

 

consigning grim reaper

to tender body, mind, and spirit equipage

regarding preparations undertaken

heading enroute to netherlands

corporeal essence repurposed for unknown usage

 

though disbeliever in afterlife,
at least our beloved dada
will be freed (once and for all)
presently locked in solitary confinement

disgraceful undeserving penitential sinful wage.

 

Impossible mission to renounce humor

mine healthy coping mechanism de jure

sprinkling badinage doth beckon and lure

no matter said topic of death lacks cure,

 

unlike non mortal trial and/or

tribulation oftimes, I communicated before
namely other poetic endeavors
with reasonable rhymes less or more

 

yours truly hashed out, cuz apropos

persiflage my middle name
helping me endure

declining health and concomitant score,

regarding the once strapping handsome man,

who nsync with mama begat your
truly decent aspiring wordsmith

whereby cloaked skeleton

wielding a large scythe

very soon whisks away loved one extempore,

which bon voyage forever

means onset of tears and sorrow endure

however long mourning process prevails

possibly remaining years I remain healthily alive

perhaps (ideally) at least two score.

 

Lockdown courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19)
limits administration towards he who birthed us
(myself, and two siblings,

an older and younger sister), a plate glass screen,

 

nevertheless, I envision an emotional scene
bidding permanent laissez faire thee well,
who will soon rejoin Harriet,
his dearly departed forever queen.